Eighteen {Harry styles fanfiction}

chapter 6

Authors note: heyyy!!! I'm really nervous about this chapter I feel like it's not very good... I just wanted a way to show you Anne's thoughts on everything and I guess that's what this chapter is. I LOVE LYDIA ENJOY BABE<3
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LYDIAS POV

I really wanted to talk to Anne about Harry. I couldn't get that look he had on his face out of my mind, and I didn't want him to feel sad and hurt, as a friend I cared and wanted to make sure he was ok. Anne was such a nice and understanding person, I knew she wouldn't be upset with me for wondering about Harry.

She must have seen it too.

Anne and I were alone. If there was a right time to as questions, it was now.

"So, where did Charlene say she and Harry were going?" I asked looking up from the plate I was washing, focus in Anne's direction.

"Well, she didn't really name a place. She just kind of showed up, rang the doorbell and asked for Harry. I told her he was at your house. She gave me quite a sour look about that actually. I told her I'd come get Harry and yeah... I guess that's really it," Anne explained.

"Oh..."

"Lydia, do you think Harry actually asked Charlene if they could go out today? He did seem surprised when she showed up..." Anne questioned me.

"I don't know..." I trailed off, mentally reviewing all of the things Harry and I did the night before. I didn't specifically remember him texting or calling Charlene, or making any kind of contact with her recently, but then again I did fall asleep before Harry last night. "I don't remember Harry being in touch with her at all in the last 2 days, but I don't know. I try to stay out of their relationship."

"I don't know about that girl Charlene," Anne spoke up, "she doesn't really talk to me much, she's got her nose pretty far up Harry's business though. I just don't see what he sees in her, if he even sees anything in her."

"What do you mean by that?"

She's Harry's girlfriend.

He must see something in her.

"When he looks at her, his eyes are blank and they wander. When he is with her, there is always the slightest distance between them. When they hug it's insincere and when they kiss it isn't true. I can see that. You're pretty special to him though."

"Special," I smiled, cheeks turning a rosy pink, " but special in a different way."

My smile disappeared at those words. My own words hurt me.

The truth hurt me.

At least what I thought was truth.

"Oh Lydia," she sighed, "young love is such a complicated thing."

Why would she say that?

Sure what happened today with Harry and Charlene was suspicious, but if he didn't want to be with her, why didn't he just break up with her?

It's not like he loved me in any way more than a friend.

Just friends.

Did Anne think he loved me?

Did he love me?

No...

"Anne?" I somehow got her name out of my tongue tied mouth.

"Yes?"

"What's the difference in my relationship with Harry and Charlene's relationship with him, you know, aside from the fact that they're dating?"

Why did I ask that?

"Well, like I said when he looks at her his eyes are clouded, but when he looks at you they are bright and clear. You and Harry fit together like puzzle pieces, you two always have. Charlene and Harry are like puzzle pieces that belong on opposite sides of the puzzle. To be honest, you and Harry look at each other, treat each other, and hold each other with more kindness, love, and passion than Harry and Charlene could ever have together. I want the best for my son and it's not Charlene. I won't make them break up, he's a young man who can make his own decisions and I am going to give him the right and freedom to do so, but your friendship is stronger than their relationship. She's the wrong girl."

Anne didn't mean to hurt me.

I wasn't mad at Anne.

Why did it hurt me?

Friendship...

Why had I come to hate that word?

Anne said all those nice things about me and I'm upset because she used the word friendship?

That's all Harry and I are.

That's all Harry and I could ever be.

Just friends.

But is it?